So, yummy, delicious wood fired fantabulous pizza with arugula and prosciutto and a platter of antipasti aren't the worst things I could do, pizza = bread. Antipasti = processed, but OMG so delicious sliced Italian meats. At the winery, several of our other local restaurants offered various delicious yummies, and I ate half a brownie from the island of chocolate. Pretty good, pretty good, but still white sugar and flour.
But the wine. I love the taste of red wine, but my body does not enjoy the sugar rush/crash of alcohol the way it does chocolate. I'm a lightweight with booze. A glass and a half is manageable. After that, I'm too buzzy to be happy. Everything seems noisier and more chaotic and I can't get my mind still. It worries at things. So generally, alcohol is the first thing to go when I'm cleaning up the body, and the easiest.
But 4 hours of free flowing wine and salty snacks is a long time to not finish off that second glass, and find your way to a third one. I'm pretty sure I stopped there, because I wasn't drunk, but this morning I've got the parched mouth and the queasy belly, and energy a little bit too jangly in my body, the light a tiny bit bright.
Aah, the bright side. as young Melanie said in her second class at Black Swan Yoga: "Maybe it's good to party Saturday night, so that you have some good toxins to squeeze out the next day."
This morning, with no obvious hangover remedy food at home, I've fled to town searching for an icy cold mocha, in total agreement with Mel.